“I’m hollow.. I follow death.”
Mei Ling closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. A soft groan was muffled against the palm of her hand. She looked back up at him and quietly exhaled.
“If you are hollow. Fill yourself with purpose. Don’t have one? Find one. Death is an inevitable result but it’s not a good leader. Follow something else.” She had no reason to care, no reason to try to reach out, but the words forced their way out of her. It pissed her off that someone living like an empty shell of a person had the luck to survive as long as she had when she barely got by on a daily basis. Likewise, he had no reason to care for her words or even heed her advice.
But for the both of them, the need to vent and be heard was a necessity to retain some semblance of being human.